Poems about swallows in spring 1. Two ancient poems describing swallows and spring
1 "Liu Yong"-He (Tang)
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
2. "Send Yuan Er Shi An"-Wang Wei (Tang)
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
3 "Yellow Crane Tower Send Meng Haoran to Yangzhou"-Li Bai (Tang)
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
4 quatrains-Du Fu (Tang)
"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
5 "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" (Option 1)-Du Fu (Tang)
The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red.
⑥ Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night —— Du Fu (Tang)
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
7 "Fishing Song"-Zhang (Tang)
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
8 Chuzhou on Xixi-Wei (Tang)
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
2. Search for ancient poems, articles and accumulated languages that describe spring or swallows.
The ancient poems Spring Tour 1 and Qiantang Spring Tour were written by Bai Juyi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
Its full-text poem is as follows: Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low at the beginning. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
From the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jiagongting, the spring water on the lake just overlaps with the embankment and white clouds and is connected with the waves on the lake. It seems that the clouds are very low. Several early orioles scrambled to fly to the sunny tree, and the new swallows were nesting with spring mud in their mouths.
Countless colorful spring flowers gradually fascinated people's eyes, and the shallow spring grass just covered the horseshoe. I like the beautiful scenery in the east of West Lake best. I don't have enough sightseeing. It is hidden in the white sand embankment under the shade of Populus davidiana.
2. The author of Jueju Huangoriming is Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships going east. The swaying green willows by the river attracted playful orioles.
Two lovely orioles kept singing, as if praising the beauty of willow trees. Looking up, many white and lovely egrets lined up neatly and flew into the blue sky together. It is really cute.
Looking out from the small window, the mountain in the west is still covered with snow, and it seems that it will never melt and always cover the top of the mountain. Then I opened the door and looked at the lake in the distance. I looked at the Wu Dong warship about to sail. Rows are really like dragons in the water.
Spring 1, spring Zhu Ziqing is expecting, expecting, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching. Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy.
The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed. The tender green grass crawled out of the ground.
In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps.
The wind is light and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers.
Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears.
Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, famous and nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars, blinking and blinking.
"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind smells of earth, mixed with the smell of grass and all kinds of flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water.
The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time. Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days.
Don't be upset. You see, it is like a cow, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.
The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night.
In the countryside, on the roadside and on the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and farmers working in the fields wearing their hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one.
Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring". At the beginning, there was plenty of kung fu and hope that spring would be new and growing from head to toe.
Spring is like a little girl walking with a beautiful smile. Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
2. The colors in spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is all the beautiful fusion in the world, and all colors will always meet. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth. The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool.
Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool. Wind and rain always come together.
In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan."
How well you speak! But is it more than "green"? Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone.
Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence. Look at the sky in spring.
Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add the color of spring? However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter.
You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring. Swallows in early spring every year still smell of ice and snow in the air.
Suddenly, a spring rain, with coolness, moistened the heart of the whole winter. The traveler has taken off the cold.
3. Poems describing the return of swallows in spring
The author of Qiantang Spring Tour is Bai Juyi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
The quatrain "Two Orioles Singing Liu Cui" was written by Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
The author of Gui Yan Shi is Zhang Jiuling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Although the petrel is slightly stinging, spring will come.
Swallows don't know the mud, and the jade hall opens.
In one day, I went to Ito Show several times, taking mud as my nest.
Haiyan doesn't want to fight for power and profit, and hawks don't have to be suspicious of slander.
The author of Spring Pastoral is Wang Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.
Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Double Yan Li was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
The freedom of fly with me in heaven is envied by the sky.
They always build love nests in pairs in Yulou Bamboo Pavilion and play with each other in golden window embroidery.
The terrace caught fire and burned their nest, so they had to build a nest in Wu's palace.
Wu Gong was burned again, and this time it was even worse, burning an empty nest.
Only the emaciated widow swallowed it by herself, and the female Yan was thin with infinite love for the male Yan.
The days of Fly with Me are gone forever, which really makes people want to break.
He Xin Lang Wu was written by Su Shi, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Smoke flies and flowers dance, no one is quiet, children's voices turn to noon, and the night is cool and new. Hand-made white round fan, the hand will be like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste of time to teach people to dream of breaking Yaotai music. But it is, the wind is beating against the bamboo.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu, wait for the floating flowers to run out, and stay alone with you. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. I'm afraid of being scared by the west wind. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
Liu Cizhuang, a poet and writer in Song Dynasty, wrote "My humble opinion on peach blossom". The full text of this poem is as follows:
Peach blossoms fly red after the rain, half in the stream and half in the mud.
Where did you fly to Shuang Yanzi? At that time, you were painting the west side of the beam.
Su Xi Pavilion was written by Dai Shulun, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
The grass grows on the Suxi Pavilion. Who will stop on the east wind for twelve days?
Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.
The author of Dead Hua Lian is Yan Shu, a writer in Song Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
The author of Broken Array is Yan Shu, a writer in Song Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:
Swallow came to the news agency, after the Qingming Festival in pear flower falls. At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves, and the days are long and the flocs are light.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao. The suspect had a good dream last night, but Yuan won today, laughing on both sides.
There are many more.
4. Seek a poem describing Qiu Yan, hoping to find a poem describing Qiu Yan.
Autumn, the poem entrusted to you, Swallow, comes from the far south. I didn't get rid of the fatigue of trekking. I wove spring poems with your black wings. I once thought about the sky-I thought there must be beautiful flowers blooming above the white clouds. I once called to the sea-to her solemn voice. But I yearn for colorful life and magical and magnificent nature. You are so clear, like a spring shining with waves; You are so sweet, just like the bell of autumn wind ... Oh, Swallow, would you like to tell me? Have you ever seen eight hundred miles of reed flowers flying in the south? Have you ever seen the busyness of fishermen in the middle of the vast river? Have you ever seen the lake of Xizi, where the water is bright and the mountains are empty, the sails are light and the red lotus is competing? Ah, Swallow, you are wandering in the alley in the south of the Yangtze River. You are the emissary of the South China, you are the star of the South China, and you brought melodious silk and bamboo to the north of bloom in warm spring. Ah, Swallow, you are the daughter of the northland, you are the backbone of the northland, and you have integrated your simple and strong personality into your wings. I watch you in spring and watch you fly. I watch you in summer-watching you fly to the blue ocean; I see you in autumn-watching you fly to your hometown in the south; I watched you in winter, watching you come and go in a hurry, leaving me with infinite sadness. Oh, Swallow, I want to send you a piece of the purest flying snow beyond the Great Wall, and let the post car of the north wind carry my youth dream.